Singing the present
Time: 7:25
Temperature: 25
Location: Wooden deck near Madison, Wisconsin
Wearing a flannel nightgown and wool vest, I fill and hang bird feeders. Overhead a noisy flock of geese flap their way to the marsh. The “v” formation and the honking form a vision of notes on a music staff. Goose Music serenading me – a pleasant distraction from neglected duties.
I haven’t written anything lately. I’m enveloped in isolation or depression. After purchasing a spiral, I recorded my “to do” list. The notebook is now half full. The critical parent in me demands to know why I’m so far behind. How could I be such a failure! A kinder side of me suggests looking at my accomplishments. I’ve created a new wildlife feeding station on the deck. I’m clearing out old papers. I’m changing, even praying for self-discipline.
The geese remind me of life’s circle, a pattern of constant change. Seasons change. Geese fly south. Local birds devour the seed and suet I provide.
Do I think of Fall as a period of loss? Loss of old habits, old possessions, skills that dissipate with old age. Or is Fall a time to rethink my life and reopen my spiritual connections?
The geese embrace the change, their “v” shaped chorus performing their travel song in the sky. What’s my travel song? Who’s in my chorus?
BEING PRESENT
Live in the present moment.
Don’t obsess about the past or worry about the future.
All you need is right here now.
(Spiritual Literacy, Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat, p.19)